Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Millionaire

Can I do my

*(Yukmouth)*

on it.

*(Brownstone)*

Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
Niggaz be havin the mutha blues,
5-0-5's
I lie,
homicide,
will cry,
pray for me I won't die,
suicide,
I try,
fly,
drive-by,
let it slide, do or die,
you an I, by,
catch niggaz off my side,
wit nothin to hide die rot,
on porch,
when I expectin some of drive-by,
retaliation,
under I lace, MOBBulation,
lets breakin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,
the cops is to umm,
on yo vehicle,
run yo vehicle,
even if have to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in high-speedaz,
police be the Rosco Bico train,
swervin in an lanes,
from O-H-A,
what throw away,
eh, though, eh, way,
pistol,
every mutha wanna peep.

x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*

Millionaire!
Dreams of big play.
seen a sad millionaire?
I thought that money us happy.

2 *(Yukmouth)*

if I was a millionaire,
huh,
a major on the block,
that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy stop,
strap happy,
'cause niggaz all my rocks,
yo gats at me,
I don't where uzis to yo knot,
fo wit the big shot,
I was juss flat droppin g on the ground,
be down,
one of my shit, an get shot,
only the bitches jock,
get chosen,
shouts,
for out there who be voguin,
on the of poppa,
new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,
where strapped fo real, like Chubacca,
who got the gonga,
'cause I be like phone doctor,
on vodka,
eatin lobster, bumpin Sinatra,
Smoke-A-Lot be the MOBBsta, who ya,
Vinny Blanca,
come back in the end juss to ya,
I twist a Benz like Big Poppa,
what's the big use,
go get yo an do what ya gots to be a,
playa.

x2

3 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
You niggaz created a monsta,
a type, I smoke gonga,
in the Bahammas,
fuckin yo mama,
(whoo,wee!)
two wow, you wow,
man,
who wow "Bout it, it",
niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Man,
but I it, doubt it,
be rowdy,
hit the paper chasin it,
sky up out the ugly four day la-la-by yo like a ballot,
blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,
fresh outta rehabs,
spend two g's at function I be at,
that, BITCH!!
Ya is Smoke-A-Lot,
bitches by the throat-a-lot,
that's ya told the cops,
I the glock,
aim it an fire,
retire nigga,
nameless,
is fo hire,
desire fire,
light as I'm a her,
we're so called "potnaz", 'em,
an dust em off wit a choppa, I rush 'em,
bust 'em,
too skinny I can't 'em,
an when the mutha fuckaz got meal tickets you might have to 'em,
an fo real.
Nigga.

x5

*(Yukmouth talking chorus)*

Have all this fuckin money, an still happy. Nigga, still got
problems wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss think you got it made, try
to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you.
money, I wish I didn't have it, 'cause I didn't have it it was all
good, niggaz loved me I was juss drinkin brew an shit at the store.
Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own wanna
do you, skanless boy, is Nine Skrillion, make a million bucks.
Millionaire.